A pianist plays the familiar Hava Nagila. We move off of the
pianist to find our group sitting in this cozy, old style
restaurant. They are through dinner, sipping drinks. The
mood feels light, except Benji who is stewing.
MARCIA
And my father’s brother was the real brains of the family. He was rejected from medical school because of quotas, you know, on Jewish doctors or what have you. I’m sorry — I’m just having trouble competing with Hava Nagila--
JAMES
Yes, we stop here on every tour, the food is wonderful, but the music can be a little kitschy-
BENJI
Antisemitic pricks.
JAMES
(Annoyed by Benji but being polite)
Well, I don’t know if it’s antisemitic, the owners are Jewish. But I do think they try to create a kind of “authentic” atmosphere.
BENJI
Yeah, it’s totally authentic to essentialize a 5000 year old history with a jappy Bar Mitzvah song. Please continue, Marcia.
MARCIA
I’ll try. So. My Uncle Sam couldn’t go to medical school so he became a pharmacist. The next best thing in his mind. And he ended up owning five pharmacies in and around Chicago — and we’re talking big places, with soda fountains and the whole thing. And he started what we now think of as a modern drug store - with food and electronics.
The group ad libs- impressed with Marcia's story.
And the piano player finishes the song.
MARCIA
Ah, now the song’s over. Just as I’m done, my usual good timing.
JAMES
That story is amazing Marcia. The ingenuity to create a pharmacy because he was barred from medical school speaks volumes about the immigrant experience.
ELOGE
I can attest to that, absolutely.
DIANE
Oh yes, my great uncle came off the boat from Poland, landed in Galveston for some fakakta reason—
They all chuckle a bit.
DIANE
And made money by taking the furniture that rich people threw out on the street, refurbishing it and reselling. True story-
MARK
And apparently he ended up selling some of it back to the original owners.
They all laugh —
BENJI
Rich people are fuckin idiots.
There’s a slight pause in the group as they’re thrown off by
Benji’s crassness. David picks up the mood--
DAVID
Well, our grandmother—
BENJI
Grandma Dory—
DAVID
Yeah, Grandma Dory, who’s house we’re seeing on Thursday, was just amazing too.
JAMES
Please regale us!
DAVID
Yeah, she was just one of these bygone, realist types you don’t see anymore. Blunt and tough— I was scared shitless of her my whole childhood.
BENJI
I was never scared of her.
DAVID
That’s true! She and Benji had some special secret language. They both said what was on their minds—
BENJI
No choice.
DAVID
And a similar kind of story to you Marcia and to you Diane. She survived the camps through a thousand miracles and made her way to New York. She wanted to design dresses but couldn’t afford fashion school so she got stuck working as a secretary.
BENJI
Yeah, but she was like “fuck this.” She ended up taking over the whole company.
DAVID
You’re making it sound like she led a junta or something. She was just super smart. I mean, it was a small commercial real estate company.
BENJI
I used to speak to her every Thursday. Literally every Thursday.
MARCIA
That’s nice, Benji. If my kids call me once a month, it’s a shock.
BENJI
Oh, Marcia, I’m sorry, fuck them. I wouldn’t miss a week. She was tough on me. She was the only one in the whole fuckin family who would keep me honest. Everyone else just disappeared when I needed them most.
There’s a weird silence at the table because of his admission
and because David is being implicated.
JAMES
She sounds really special.
Benji nods to himself. David stares at Benji, guilty and
also irritated.
DAVID
But grandma never pitied herself — she said she was grateful for her struggle.
MARCIA
Well, that’s just it. She had meaning in her life, look what she endured, it gave her hope-
DAVID
Exactly. She used to tell me that first generation immigrants work some menial job — they drive cabs, they deliver food — but they move their family up to the middle class. Then the second generation goes to good schools, good colleges, they become a lawyer or a doctor. And the third generation lives in their mother’s basement and smokes pot all day.
David laughs a bit but then realizes what he just said. The
group is silently alarmed as they realize the grandma was
talking about Benji.
BENJI
She said that?
DAVID
Um… she was just speaking generally.
BENJI
She really said that?
DAVID
I think she was just talking about the immigrant experience.
BENJI
I lived in my mom’s basement.
DAVID
Yo, Benji, she was talking about immigrants, that’s all.
BENJI
Huh. I didn’t think you ever bothered to call her, Dave.
The group is feeling weird, David is insulted. Eloge helps:
ELOG
She sounds like a fascinating person.
The group ad libs in agreement.
MARCIA
I think we should toast to her. James, what’s the Polish word for toasting?
JAMES
Ah, yes, na zdrowie. With characteristic consonant blending.
MARCIA
To Grandma Dory—
They all lift their glasses.
ALL
To Grandma Dory. Na zdrowie.
They all take a sip except Benji who stands up and chugs his
entire huge glass of beer.
The group looks on as Benji binges. It takes a long time and
is awkward.
BENJI
Well, I gotsta pee. I’ll be back-
Benji walks away. There’s a heavy feeling at the table.
DAVID
I’m sorry about him.
DIANE
What a troubled young man.
ELOGE
He wants to be good – you can see the spark, do you know what I mean?
MARCIA
Absolutely, Eloge.
MARK
Forgive me if I don’t see this magical spark.
DIANE
Mark, stop it. He’s tormented, for whatever reason.
MARCIA
Exactly. And god, he’s charming and funny underneath all the… mishigas.
DIANE
I feel bad for him.
MARCIA
Was he always like this?
DAVID
Yes! He’s always been like, up and down. Like he’s sensitive and he sees people so clearly but then you say the wrong thing and something switches. Sorry, maybe it’s not appropriate to talk about him--
DIANE
What’s not appropriate? Stop it. You obviously have a lot going on with each other. And he’s clearly in pain.
DAVID
I know, but isn’t everyone in pain in some way? Look where we came from. Look at what happened to our families. Who isn’t wrought?
MARK
Well, you seem okay.
DAVID
I’m not. That’s the thing! I have shit going on! I do. But I take a pill for my fuckin OCD, I jog, I meditate and I go to work and come home at the end of the day. I move forward. Because I know my pain is unexceptional so I don’t feel the need to burden everybody with it!
This lands with the group.
DAVID
I’m sorry I’m ranting. I’m just so fucking exhausted by him sometimes. I love him and I hate him and I want to kill him and I want to be him and I feel so lame around him because he’s so fucking cool and doesn’t give a shit and then just being here with him is baffling because like... How did this guy come from the survivors of this place?
(to Diane)
DAVID (CONT'D)
That your uncle had to sell used furniture to rich assholes!
(to Marcia)
Or got rejected from Med School!
(to Eloge)
That you survived the most horrific thing to happen on this planet in the last thirty years!
(a beat)
That our grandmother survived when the whole world was trying to kill her! And I look at him and I just wanna ask him! I just wanna ask him and I just can’t! How could a person who’s the product of a thousand fucking miracles overdose on a bottle of sleeping pills?!
The group is stunned.
MARCIA
What?
DIANE
What did you say?
DAVID
Yeah. He tried to... yeah. I shouldn't have said anything.
JAMES
No, it's okay. David, I'm sorry.
ELOGE
How horrible.
MARCIA
My god. When did this happen?
DAVID
Like six months ago. My aunt Leah -- Benji’s mom -- found him on the couch. I probably shouldn't have said anything. And I know he looks so charming and funny to you and you're all gonna walk away with the impression of this amazing man - which he totally is in so many ways - but when I picture him, it's passed out on this ratty basement couch and I'm in New York City with my nice wife and adorable child and it just fucking kills me.
David takes a sip of his beer.
DAVID
(wryly)
Sorry, I’m oversharing.
The group digests this bombshell but David feels a weight
lifted.
Suddenly, they hear the pianist again. But this time,
they’re playing a jazz riff.
DAVID
Jesus Christ, they’re back again—
They listen to the music for a second until Marcia peers past
David to see:
MARCIA
It’s him.
David turns around and looks:
A very drunk Benji is sitting at the piano. He’s riffing on
a jazz standard. It’s uncomplicated but deft and fun. He
has heart and some innate talent.
David watches him.
MARCIA
Did you know he plays piano?
DAVID
(somberly)
We used to take lessons together.
David watches Benji play. Benji’s eyes are closed and he is
in a zone. David doesn’t know how to take it but he’s moved.
The group watches Benji, a mixture of pity and awe.